All Chapters of Rejected By One, Claimed By Another: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter Ninety-One: The Night Talk(Damon's POV)It was a peaceful night, with the air fresh and cool, as the warm light of the lanterns shone softly within the room.Sophia lay on the bed, her breathing slow and steady. She looked peaceful, completely relaxed after everything that had happened today. I should have been so too—relieved, happy even. I had made my choice, I had done what was asked of me. But something in my chest was. amiss.I pushed the thought away as Lucas leaned on the window, smiling. He had his look in his eyes—the one he always had when he was about to tell me something that I didn't want to hear."Man," Lucas laughed, shaking his head. "Looked like she sucked on a lemon."I didn't answer immediately, pouring a glass of whiskey instead. I didn't know if I was ready for Cara.Lucas didn't care. He continued.She stood there like she'd just been slapped across the face. I mean, I was convinced she was gonna pass out in front of everyone." He jeered. "The way she ju

Chapter Ninety Three : A Difficult Decision(Damon’s POV)The walk back home was quiet. Too quiet.I didn’t know what to say to Cara, and for some reason, she wasn’t saying anything either. She just followed me, her steps light but her presence heavy.I wasn’t sure if bringing her back was the right decision.Sophia.I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now, not ever. She was the one person who had always been there for me. The last thing I wanted was for her to misunderstand the situation.But I also couldn’t leave Cara in the forest. No matter what had happened between us, I couldn’t ignore the fact that she was alone, and even if she acted like she didn’t care, I knew she was hurting.Beside me, Cara suddenly let out a breath, breaking the silence.“You haven’t said a single word since we left,” she muttered, her tone unreadable.I glanced at her, but she wasn’t looking at me. Her gaze was fixed ahead, as if she wasn’t expecting an answer.I stayed silent. What could I even say? That I w

Chapter Ninety FiveShamefulCara's POVI sat quietly in the packhouse living room, my hands wrapped tightly in my lap. The silence between me and the rest of them was oppressive. Too oppressive. Damon sat across from me, his eyes very decidedly not on mine. He hadn't said a word since we sat down. Sophia was beside him, serene as could be, as if everything was fine.It wasn't.I could feel it in the air. The tension. Damon not looking at me. Sophia nervously glancing at the two of us.Then the front door opened.I didn't even need to turn—I already knew who it was.Voices started echoing down the hallway.Footsteps.I slowly turned my head, and my heart fell to the floor.The Alpha. Luna. Liam.They were all here.And they were entering the room.Luna stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. Her cold eyes scanned me as if I were something she did not expect to see in this house. Her lips drew together, and her eyebrows leapt up in shock."I knew it," Luna said, folding her arms. "

Cara's POVI rested against the window, gazing out at the serene, moonlit evening. The house was abnormally still, the only sounds the distant howls of wolves in the forest. I could feel the pressure of it all crashing down on me. Damon and Sophia were bonded. That was the truth. The truth that stung. But it was irrelevant now. I had a plan.I surveyed the room, my eyes locking onto the door. Damon was in the adjacent room. Sophia had gone off to visit her parents, and I was left alone with him. I had been waiting for this opportunity—the ultimate opportunity. This was my moment to at last get what I wanted. I was pregnant with Liam's child, but no one knew that. Everyone thought the baby was Damon's. That was my chance to reclaim Damon, to have him back for myself.I couldn't help but smile to myself, imagining. This would be okay. Damon had never truly pushed me away, and if I could only maintain the charade that the baby was his, then he would return to me. He would be mine again,

Chapter Ninety NineHer ScentI was in the packhouse living room, holding a pillow to my chest. It was quiet in the room. The fire was low in the fireplace, and the night air was cold. I had just come back from my parents' house. I missed them, but I missed Damon more while I was away.I smiled to myself as I thought about him. I wanted to surprise him with my return, maybe cook for him, maybe cuddle in his arms like we used to. I missed his warmth, his scent, his laughter. I missed the way he would look at me as if I was the only person in the world.I heard the door open.My heart pounded.He was back.I sat up straight right away and turned toward the door, expecting his smile. But Damon didn't smile. He walked in slowly, shoulders tense, eyes brooding. He didn't even look at me."Hey," I said softly, attempting to make him look at me.He nodded just and walked by me. No hug. No kiss. No words. He was… different."Damon?" I said softly. "Is everything okay?"He didn't answer. He ju